Strawberries Songtext
von Esther Nicholson

Strawberry picking in a field
We might learn something
Might learn how to feel
Our source of joy was in a time and place
But now everyday is a human race

Strawberries
Where was this memory, where


It was a cloudy day
But the memory is bright
Gentle butterflies
Beauty everywhere in sight
The colour of red
Bleeding through my shirt
Sweet taste of time while walking through the dirt

Strawberries
Where was this memory

Strawberries
Where was this memory

I cannot look back

Strawberries